TO BE HAPPY IS SINFUL

When we talk about the unknown, it is about God. Rain, summer, sea, pounding, all of God. I have never been pessimistic about poetry in this matter.

I like to prolong it as much as I want, so I stop at length writing about flaws and cracks about the administration in the country about the corruption of politicization, even those whose faces are loathe to resemble it.

The matter of interests, I expected this from the beginning of the line, even if this is the return of the Big Brother since 1984, the return of divinities and chaos, matters that need clarification, otherwise it will become a mistake of a clever person, not for anyone to make mistakes at the table in the house since I returned after two years, in which I proved that iam innocent. I took as much information as possible to return to my normal life and read everything again. Then I received a message from L: You understand now?